"The wolf bèi just now made Your Excellency smile, the food in the prison is definitely not delicious, not to mention the Kyoto-style food of Salander, it is really a nostalgic taste!" Ferrantir wiped the bread crumbs from his mouth unsatisfactorily, as if thinking that this was the last meal in his life, and he calmly tidied up the new prison clothes on his body,

Tried hard to pat the grass clippings on his clothes, and then smiled at the corner of Statunko's mouth with a light gaze, "It's okay, I was transferred here a few days ago, I knew that this day couldn't be avoided, the empire needs Salander to be stable, so it will definitely not let me go of such a hidden danger and not deal with it, I can live for two more years, I don't have any extravagant hopes, I just hope to be happy, please choose a skilled executioner, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of pain!"

Stetunko's eyes rolled, and he looked at the son of the sky who laughed at himself and was afraid of pain with interest, and he felt a calm similar to relief from the tone of this son of the sky, "It's not so easy to want to die!" He said coldly, "I'm not here to execute, and you don't have to die!" Didn't you deliberately escort me to Saland's Kyoto to be beheaded in public?" Ferrantir raised his head in disbelief, his gaze swept over Statunko's face, as if he wanted to make sure that the imperial general's words were somewhat credible!" If you were to die, you would have died a few times two years ago!" Statunko looked at Ferranti, who was bent on death, sighed, stretched out his hand, and a guard handed him a copy of the text,

Statunko opened the text, looked at it, and said unexpectedly, "It's really interesting, this file stored in Salande Kyoto says that in the twenty-three years you have been in Salande Kyoto, you don't seem to have a good time, and there have been two records of quiet suicide." But they were all discovered by the servants around them in time, once at the age of eight, and once at the age of seventeen, they all chose to cut the veins to dry up the blood flow of the whole body!"

Statunko's voice paused, and he closed the text in his hand, "As a descendant of the Prophet, you should be proud of it, but it seems that you are very dissatisfied with the blood of the Prophet Ferran family flowing in your body?

"There's no reason, I just don't like Ferran's surname!" Ferrantir smiled, but there was an irrepressible pain in his laughter, of course he remembered the memories of more than twenty years of night that he had read under the surveillance of Salander's Kyoto. The surname Ferran, in the descendants of the Ferran family, the blood of Ferran is not glory but the most painful curse, the descendants of the Ferran family generally do not live past the age of forty, all along, Ferrantir thought that the family's genetic disease was at fault, and later he learned that the truth was not the case.

According to the rules of the temple, the people of the Pheran family have the status of temple worship from birth, and they have been educated by the temple since childhood. This is a brainwashing-like pattern, which actually means that every descendant has been under the surveillance of Kyoto and the temple since birth.

Because of the most pious, prophetic sacrifice of the family of Phelan. They are full of desire to explore the history of their ancestors, but as they get older and more understanding, they are shocked by what the obscure archives reveal. Once someone from the Ferran family crosses the bottom line that should not be crossed and touches the truth of the year, they will be imprisoned by the temple for various reasons, and the last one to die, these dead Ferran children, the greatest wish before they die, is to know what kind of person the real Pheran ancestor is!

"Yes, that's a pity! Looks like you're not going to be interested!"

Statunenko glanced at Ferrantir, who lowered his head and deliberately avoided the topic, and shook his head disapprovingly, "I escorted you to Salande Kyoto this time because there was a person who wanted to see you, but now it seems that this is no longer necessary, although that person has been to the place where the bones of the real prophet are buried!" "The place where the bones of the prophet are buried?" A wry smile appeared on the corner of Ferrantil's mouth, "If you mean the temple under Umuto, then I have already been there, there is nothing to regret!" Stupid, don't tell me that the prophet's burial place is in Umuto's kind of self-deception, you and I know very well that the prophet's last years were not spent there, the prophet's real secret, and the prophet's real secret is also not there, and the underground palace of the holy land of emurto is just a poor woman's remembrance of the prophet!"

Statunko pursed his lips disdainfully, as the southern governor who was ordered to clean up the Black Forest rebellion and kill tens of thousands of Black Forest people, of course he had been to the temple below the ebony, but he just looked at it in curiosity, nothing special, a very ordinary palace,

According to the fat man's order, Statunko ordered the statues in the palace to be removed.

Ferrantir's face began to darken, and he began to realize the true meaning of Statunko's words, and his shocked face could no longer remain calm, "You mean that man once went to the real place where the Prophet was buried!"

Statunko nodded silently,

Ferrantir's eyes suddenly brightened, like a flame burning inside, he had been to the underground palace of Ebonyto, although he had seen something close to the truth, but it was definitely not a tomb, just a monument of a sacrificial palace, not even the coffin of the rumored saint, he could feel the unquestionable confidence in the tone of the imperial general in front of him, which showed that there was no need to lie to him!"Who is that person?" he asked with a trembling voice

"That's all I can sue you, get ready, I'll see him tomorrow!" Statunko glanced at him, he believed that this was enough to arouse the hope that this descendant of Ferran wanted to live, as long as this guy still wanted to live, he would not do stupid things tomorrow, the dead in this world are not terrible, he is afraid of the madman who is not afraid of death!

If something goes wrong because of this matter, he will be disgraced and thrown home.

Statunko turned to leave the cell, and the prison officer quickly closed the heavy door of the cell, leaving Ferrantir standing there as if his soul had been sucked out, his mind was now a complete mess, oh my God, did anyone really enter the place where the Prophet was buried!

It took a full ten minutes for the Phelan descendant to come to his senses from his shock, "Why, why is it possible to enter the place where the Prophet is buried without a key?" he muttered to himself with a dark expression. Sitting down in the corner of the prison with trembling hands and feet, his eyes looking a little uncertain.

His right hand subconsciously touched the heraldic ring on the middle finger of his left hand representing the Firan family, the once gilded starry sky coat of arms was already very dark at this time, but it was mentioned in the archives kept by the family secret, there is a powerful force that can change the whole world, whoever can enter, who can change the world! He has this idea, he wants to use that terrible power to avenge the family, the reason why he has such confidence. It is because the key that can open the secret of the prophet's burial is in his own hands, and no one can unlock the secret of the burial place except himself, and the key is the family heraldic ring that the prophet left back then, the famous Starry Sky Ring!

Of course, Statunko didn't know this, and he told Sù Ferrantir in advance just to avoid accidents at that time,

The lame governor stepped out of the prison door, and a carriage from the Doge's palace was already waiting outside, and a guard pulled the door. Statunko stepped into the carriage, paused, looked up at the sky, and then snorted to the prison officer who was following cautiously behind him, "Be careful." If something goes wrong, you can cut yourself!" "The subordinates understand......" The prison officer shuddered at Statunko's words, and said quickly

It was a difficult night, for the prison officer, Hakqi. Thinking of the words of the governor before leaving, he did not dare to close his eyes all night, in order to ensure that there would be no problems with the prisoners. He almost wanted to live directly in Ferrantir's cell, this night, Ferrantir was rarely quiet, which made the prison officer Huck Qi finally relieved,

When the morning light of the next day illuminated the streets of Salander Kyoto, the door of Ferrantir's prison was heavily opened,

Ferrantir stood up, patted the grass clippings on his body, and walked up the steps leading to the road under the escort of a team of guards, the early morning sun was not dazzling, but for Ferrantir, who had been in the dark for a long time, his eyes were tearful due to the stimulation of the sun, and it took more than ten seconds to see the scene in front of him

He was a little surprised, he saw two groups of cavalry standing in front of him not far away, this was not a queue as a guard of honor, all the cavalry were equipped with combat armor, in the middle of the cavalry there was a black carriage with no markings, yesterday the young general pushed the door from the inside, and gestured to him, "Come in!"

Ferrantir walked to the carriage with a strange expression, sat down opposite the young general, the young general closed the door, patted the carriage with his hand, the carriage shook slightly, and began to move forward, through the window, his eyes swept over the black cavalry walking outside the window, Ferrantir suddenly said in a condensed voice, "There is no guard in the carriage, aren't you afraid that I will be unfavorable to Your Excellency?"

"I'm sure you won't!"

Statunko smiled noncommittally, looked out the window at the bustling streets of Saland's Kyoto, and said nonchalantly, "Although my martial arts skills are not very good, and I was only at the level of a trainee knight back then, I am much better than you as a sacrifice......!

The wheels of the carriage made a crisp grinding sound on the winding mountain road leading to the Hall of Starlight, and Ferrantir's face became more and more solemn,

His eyes looked through the window curtain, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar beautiful wilderness outside, the scenery was beautiful and vigorous, the sky in the distance was like a long silver line on the undulating mountains, the milky white cooking smoke and the gray birch forest blended together, the walls, ridges, tree tops, and street entrances on the roadside were like a layer of golden sunlight.

As the carriage went higher and higher along the winding mountain road, the scenery below began to become smaller, Ferrantir's face became more and more pale, the Hall of Starlight is the burial place of the prophet Ferranti described in the temple records, as a descendant of the prophet Ferranti, everyone will enter the Hall of Starlight after the age of six to study, there are indelible memories of Ferrantir, there are joys, pains, and more sorrows!

The carriage stopped at the foot of the steps of the Hall of Stars, and the door was pulled open by a squadron leader of the guards next to the steps, and Statunko got out of the carriage, followed by a somewhat haggard Ferrantir, and Statunko asked the squadron leader of the guards, "Is your majesty up?"

"Lord Stitunko, Your Majesty has risen and is discussing some business with Princess Nilai in the temple hall!" the captain of the guard respectfully saluted Stitunko, glanced at Ferrantir next to him, and replied, "I'm going to inform Your Majesty!"

"It's hard work!" Statunko nodded kindly,

"S...... Statunko!"

Ferrantir, who was standing next to him, had already been stunned by this conversation, and he had never thought of it. This young general who admits that he has a little talent. is the number one general of the Falcon Empire, even if the generals of the Falcon Empire are innumerable, but this star named Statunko is definitely the primacy of the North Star.

So what the first general of the empire said in his mouth...... Out of that terrible person, who else could it be!, at this moment, Ferrantir had an urge to turn around and flee, although he had always been very proud, but this bit of arrogance was in front of the Imperial Supreme who swept across the continent. He will always remember that the tens of thousands of troops of the Black Forest are like leaves torn apart by the wind in front of the iron hooves of this Imperial Supreme, and the death of more than 100,000 Black Forest people is just a slight flip for this Imperial Supreme!

"Don't be so nervous, the person who wants to see you is Your Majesty! The person who entered the place of bones is also Your Majesty!" Statunko patted Ferrantir's shoulder, who was already sluggish, this child of the sky is really funny now! At this moment, the captain of the guard squadron just now walked over. Whisper to Statunko, "Your Majesty ordered, let him go in alone!"

Statunko nodded, turned to Ferrantir, and sneered, "Look. Your Majesty's attention to you is still higher than mine! Grasp it well, for the last sustenance of the Prophet Ferran, and for yourself! If the struggle is a form of bravery, then now. His Majesty wanted no more bloodshed, and for the first time, the choice of this qiē was given to the people of Saland."

Ferrantir's face was rarely stern, and he bowed to Statúenko, "It's a great honor to be here." Your Excellency Law has guided. Through the well-guarded steps of Guò, Ferrantir walked into the hall with steady steps, and on both sides of the hall were standing Imperial Guards, and when he saw Ferrantir enter, two sharp spears suddenly crossed to block his way, and the officers of the Guards with spears stared at him with great concern, but did not say a word.

The Guards squadron leader who led the way explained, "I'm sorry, they want to see if you have any weapons on you. Ferrantir nodded, cooperatively raising her hand for them to search. The two guards who searched the body were very sophisticated, and quickly searched once, and then gestured to their companions behind them, and the guards got out of the way.

Ferrantir walked into the hall with a complicated heart, thinking that he would see a fierce and vicious strong man, Vekia Falcon is known as the god of war of the empire, and he has never been defeated in the battlefield, and there are countless famous generals of the continent who have died in his hands, and in many outside rumors, this empire lives in the most terrible people in this land. In Ferrantir's imagination, this man who conquered a qiē and was like a god of war should be a burly and domineering king, although he was already fully mentally prepared, but for a moment, he was still speechless in surprise,

The light shining from the skylight at the top of the temple shrouded the entire hall in a pale yellow halo, and at the desk at the end of the hall, a young man was doing a review of this article in front of the desk, he was slightly fat, not time, he shook his head slightly, his fingers flicked the black emanation of the edge of the jaw covering his eyes, the movements were dexterous and pleasing to the eye, so that Ferrantir looked a little stunned, although there was a slight difference in appearance, but the feeling was really like seeing the ancestor Prophet Ferran resurrected in this temple "What's going on?"

Ferrantir was shocked in his heart, and after a closer look, in fact, this Falcon Emperor had no resemblance to the Ancestor of Ferran at all, why did he misunderstand him in the first place?

Immediately, it suddenly became clear that the Falcon Emperor was similar to the ancestor Ferran not in appearance, but in charm. Just like the prophets of the past, there is a deep temperament, which makes people feel as quiet and peaceful as water, the appearance is delicate and a little simple, the eyes are as bright as the black sky but so clear, and the eyes reveal far-reaching wit. "Ferrantir, meet Your Majesty!" I don't know how long it took for him to come to his senses and bow deeply to the fat man. "Are you Ferrantir?" the fat man looked up at him, his eyes as clear as the sky, like the sea, and like the purest night, as profound and inscrutable, as if there was an infinite universe in it, but there was no expression of any emotion.

It's a hot June, but the temple at the top of the hill is cool. But Ferrantir's back was oozing with sweat.

He knew that in front of him at this moment was the strongest king of this continent.

The territory he ruled was even wider than that of the Millennial Dynasty, and at least the Millennial Dynasty did not conquer Salander.

Under his command, there is the largest and most powerful army in the entire continent, because of her, the entire continent is full of corpses, rivers of blood, millions of people have died, countless cities and villages have been destroyed, and because of him, five hundred years of turmoil have been contained, and the continent has reappeared in a prosperous world, this qiē is just because he is willing! With his ability, his power, this is an existence that is almost close to God! (To be continued......